Chapter 113 Test

“What a pity.”

Chen Luo put down his wine glass, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes. He ignored the dispute over there and focused all his attention on Qi Yunyun.

The target of the mission assigned by the True Man Wuwei does not have any spiritual roots.

Wuwei Zhenren's requirement is "If there is spiritual root, lead them to the door, if there is no spiritual root, then the fate is over."

Chen Luo had been observing Qi Yunyun since he came in. He had no spiritual roots. He was just an ordinary person. It was not easy to be born with spiritual roots. Even the lowest level of seven-attribute spiritual roots, with all five elements and five spirits, were still hard to find. The same was true of the 'cloak sword' of Qi's ancestors. It was because he had no spiritual roots that Wuwei Zhenren created a 'cloak sword technique' for him. As a result, after four or five generations, no one among the younger generation had spiritual roots.

In order to ensure that there was no mistake, Chen Luo walked over and touched Qi Yunyun's forehead.

The spiritual power eroded through the palm of his hand and circulated in the other person's body.

The result is still the same, there is indeed no spiritual root.

The fate is over.

"Master Immortal?" Qi Yunyun looked puzzled.

The one who was injured was her grandfather, and she didn't understand why the immortal master came to see him.

Qi Boyun stood up with a gloomy face. His expression was a little ugly. A master who could sense the three top masters of Hunjianglong naturally could not be really hurt by these two reckless men.

What made him feel cold was the immortal master Chen Luo.

This seemingly kind-looking 'immortal' would not intervene just because he saw 'injustice', he didn't even look at it twice.

Even if you were talking to him with a smile one second, you can ignore the fact that he was "hurt" by others the next second.

That indifferent look reminded him of the words recorded by his ancestors.

"The immortals live in the clouds, looking down upon the common people. We should never regard them as mortals just because they occasionally show kindness."

mentality.

This kind of indifferent mentality is the common trait of all immortal cultivators. The previous "kindness" was only expressed in words. He killed Hunjianglong and the other three probably because the three brothers hindered what he wanted to do.

Qi Boyun, who had figured everything out, glanced at his granddaughter. Thinking of what Chen Luo had said when he dealt with Hunjianglong last time, he reacted instantly.

'The immortal's target is not him, but his granddaughter.'

Although he didn't understand the reason, he still felt a little unwilling.

He thought the opportunity had come, but in the end it was nothing. Even if the object of this opportunity was his granddaughter, he would still be unwilling to accept it.

He, Qi Boyun, rose from humble beginnings, and with just one man and one sword, he took back everything his ancestors had lost.

I thought I would meet an immortal in my old age and sing along the way. But the dream ended before it even began.

"Do you know why we kicked you? Because you were in the way!"

The ruffian, who had succeeded in his attack, walked over with a big smile on his face, ready to teach the old guy a lesson again.

"act recklessly!"

A layer of frost appeared on Qi Boyun's face.

With a single stretch of his hand, a cold knife flew out from the counter.

Then there was a flash of cold light.

The ruffian who was grinning grimly the previous second, covered his neck with his hands the next moment, and blood spurted out uncontrollably.

Cloak sword technique!

He learned it too.

After killing the man, Qi Boyun moved like a ghost and flashed behind another ruffian. He stabbed his back with an icy knife, piercing his heart.

Killed with one blow.

After killing the man, Qi Boyun pulled back the long knife, took out a rag to wipe the blood off the blade, then turned around and said to Chen Luo.

"I'm sorry to make you laugh, Master."

After putting the knife away, Qi Boyun walked out again. His face returned to its previous expression, full of respect.

"No problem."

Chen Luo withdrew his hand from Qi Yunyun's forehead and replied with a smile.

Just like in the beginning.

Qi Yunyun has no qualifications, which means that the Qi family's affairs are over, and Master Wuwei's mission has been successfully completed.

After thinking for a while, he walked to the counter next to him, waved his hand and took out a piece of white paper.

He took out a writing brush and wrote a boxing technique on it.

Black Tiger Fist.

This was the martial arts he learned by entering the realm of martial arts. The boxing techniques he wrote now were a new version improved with his spiritual energy. Like the 'cloak sword technique' bestowed by Taoist Wuwei on the ancestors of the Qi family, both were written from the perspective of an immortal cultivator.

"This boxing technique is given to you. I hope you will practice it well."

After writing the paper, Chen Luo picked it up and handed it to Qi Yunyun. Before leaving, he specially used his spiritual power to improve the meridians in Qi Yunyun's body, so that she could practice martial arts more easily in the future.

After doing all this, Chen Luo turned around and walked out of the restaurant without stopping.

"Master, please stay."

Qi Boyun hurriedly took two steps forward upon seeing this, but Chen Luo ignored him and just took two empty steps before disappearing into the long street.

Come like the wind, go like the wind.

When fate comes, the immortals will arrive; when fate ends, no trace will be left.

This world has always been like this.

"Can I really not cultivate immortality..." Qi Boyun looked disappointed.

"Master."

Qi Yunyun stood there alone, holding the 'Black Tiger Fist' given to her by Chen Luo, feeling a little overwhelmed.

She didn't know what Chen Luo had done just now, she just felt warm inside, as if she had endless energy.

Chen Luo walked alone on the long street.

He wasted a few days on the grandparents and grandchildren of the Qi family, but it did not affect him at all, and his cultivation did not fall behind.

We came here to seek refuge, and the most important thing we have is time.

What he really needed to pay attention to was the changes in the world of immortal cultivation. The actions of the Loose Cultivators Alliance prevented him from buying the Purple Gold Vine. In recent times, the Purple Gold Vine had been almost used up. He had to find another way, otherwise his cultivation speed would also slow down.

As he was walking, Chen Luo suddenly stopped.

At the end of the long street, a person appeared and stood there without anyone noticing.

A strange man covered in a black robe, standing there like a dead body, without any breath of life.

"The Corpse Puppet of the Corpse Raising Sect?"

Chen Luo recognized the origin of the thing opposite him at a glance.

"As expected of a disciple patrolling the Divine Lake Immortal Sect, his reaction is much stronger than those disciples who have never seen the world."

The door opened and a young man in a gray robe walked out.

“.”

Chen Luo looked at the enemy who suddenly appeared and said nothing.

Patrolling disciples?

What is that.

"Shenhu Xianmen has come to this point, and you are still unwilling to give up the resources here. You really deserve to be called a money-hungry sect." Seeing that Chen Luo did not speak, the gray-robed man opposite thought that he agreed and continued.

The purpose of his coming here this time was to test Chen Luo.

Find out his real purpose and make sure it will not affect the alliance's plans.

"Kill him."

As he spoke, the man in gray robe took out three pieces of talisman paper and threw them at Chen Luo.

bass!

The talisman exploded instantly during flight, turning into three balls of flame that flew towards Chen Luo.

Explosive Flame Talisman.

Chen Luo also knows how to draw this kind of talisman paper and has sold quite a lot of it.

"Is there still such a stupid disciple of the Corpse Raising Sect?"

Chen Luo was a little surprised.

This is the first time I’ve seen a corpse-raiser with such a strong head.

The grey-robed man on the other side also had a hard time speaking. He was not a true member of the Corpse Cultivation Sect, and he did not refine this corpse puppet. He controlled the corpse puppet entirely with the talisman in his hand, which was given to him by his ally, the Taoist Grim Reaper.

Chen Luo looked at the man and the corpse rushing towards him, his eyes began to fluctuate like a dark pool, and invisible ripples spread out.

Soul magic.

The gray-robed man who was rushing over suddenly turned while going straight, and as if he had lost his mind, he crashed headfirst into a stone pier beside him.

He rolled on the ground, stood up, wiped the blood from his nose, and spoke to the stone pillar.

“As expected of a disciple of the Divine Lake Immortal Sect, but I am not someone that can be dealt with so easily.”

The corpse puppet he brought with him was not affected and still rushed towards Chen Luo. However, this low-level corpse puppet was easily blocked by him.

"What are you doing, idiot?! Why are you clinging to a tree and chewing on it? Bite someone else now!"

In the eyes of the gray-robed man, the corpse puppet he brought was gnawing at the tree desperately, and the crazy energy was like a chicken blood injection. He couldn't help but curse the corpse-raising sect's old ghost several times, this is the treasure you made? You can't even tell where the enemy is.

Corpse puppet.

Chen Luo looked at the zombie in his hand.

He had encountered zombies from the Corpse-Raising Sect during his last mission, and the iron corpse at that time left a deep impression on him.

He really wanted to touch the zombie in the foundation-building stage.

I can’t touch the brains of living people, but it should be okay for zombies, right?

Unexpectedly, the opportunity to try came so soon. He ignored the gray-robed man who was hit by the soul spell and pressed his palm on the zombie's forehead, trying to call on his ability.

'I have come into contact with the brain waves of a dead person. The damage is 99%. Do you want to read it?'

"Can it really be read?!"

Chen Luo was greatly encouraged and immediately opened the door to a new world.

"Read."

A faint brain wave flowed into the palm of his hand.

The energy was a little weak, even weaker than that of an ordinary warrior. Chen Luo guessed that it was probably overly eroded by evil spirits during the corpse refining process, causing the brain to become like that of a wild beast, with not much left.

"Wait till I make money"

The remaining thoughts of this corpse puppet were even simpler and more straightforward, just one sentence.

Bang!

After verification, a large amount of wind energy emerged from Chen Luo's palm.

More than thirty wind gusts burst out and hit the corpse puppet's forehead directly. This corpse puppet in the early stage of Qi Refining was instantly cut into seventeen or eighteen pieces by the "Wind Control Technique" that burst out, and its broken arms and legs flew everywhere.

The gray-robed man who was "fighting" on the other side suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, fell to the ground, and his dazed eyes gradually became clear.

He looked at the stone in front of him, then at the corpse puppet that had been killed over there, and his head was buzzing.

The effect of the soul technique exploded. The deeper you fall, the greater the trauma you will suffer when you wake up.

"Someone from the Loose Cultivator Alliance?"

Chen Luo walked up to the confused gray-robed man, reached out and took out a token from his arms, and waved it in front of the other person.

"Guest token? Aren't you a patrolling disciple of the Shenhu Immortal Sect?" The gray-robed man came to his senses and looked at the token in Chen Luo's hand, confused for a moment.

Those who hold the tokens are all distinguished guests of their Loose Cultivator Alliance and are targets to be won over.

"Take me to see the person behind you."

Ever since the purple-gold vine ran out of stock, Chen Luo was ready to contact the Loose Cultivators Alliance.

He was not a die-hard fan. With the great truth in mind, everything could be discussed. Moreover, there was no conflict between him and the Loose Cultivators Alliance. On the contrary, they had cooperated once.

(End of this chapter)